User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130628155739/@comment-3135907-20150506045826

The three vermin, shrouded in the shadow of the mountain on their lone patrol duty on this side of the beach, froze in their tracks and watched keenly as the two escapees slipped past, apparently not privy to the patrol's presence thus far. Once they were a-ways off, the lieutenant in charge- a rat named Bardlin -turned to his two comrades. "Flewdd, Dogbane, shift yerselves. Git one of th' Cap'ns, quicklike, whilst I keep me glims on these two. Looks like 'ares t'me: see, long ears."

The two subordinates nodded wordlessly and slipped off silently. Once they had gone, Bardlin hunkered down behind a low tussock of shadow-enveloped sand and peered over the top at the two hares making their way toward the woodland edge a hundred yards beyond over the low dunes. Those two had better be quick, he said mentally, or they'd have the devil to pay for letting these walking bags of fur and bones slip past their figurative nets.